Chapter Twenty Two

Precisely Special.

Say this is how you were made

Clearly special and unique

Holding the works of a master porter

One with the greatest kills in life

And with an all where presence

Yet never at once seen by one

For decades have gone by

And joined for a century making

Yet who has seen him walk

Or mumble a little bits

When standing before you

For he looks to be far

Yet his voice speaks

From a hand throw.

Say you are taken by color

But what does color make

For a green apple will taste good

So shall the red one as well

For color only matches your best

And its why he chose one this

For he is the greatest porter

and his products will sell best.